Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.